Chapter 28

“Whatever he needs.”

“Whatever he needs?” Pietro mimicked, rolling his eyes. “What will that be, I wonder?” He eyed me, then called for Garbi. “In few weeks, we come back for you. You have to be with us for Mexico or I smash other foot and you stay on this damn farm forever!”

“Coach!” Garbi replied.

This seemed satisfactory to Pietro, because he lumbered up the bus steps and looked back. “He has my number. If too much, call and we fly him wherever we are. How we’ll win without him, I have no fucking idea.”

“Good luck,” I offered.

“Ehh!” Pietro made a gesture, then disappeared inside the bus. I didn’t move until it was gone.

Garbi didn’t move or speak, but his eyes caught the light and he smiled.

“Do you hurt?” I asked.

He nodded.

“Let’s go in the house.”

He jerked his head at the mess of organization I’d attempted before he’d arrived.

“What about all this?”

“What about it?”

Garbi hooked his arm around my shoulder.